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Friday I’m in Love: Spin Class

I’m not really qualified to love spin class yet because I’ve only been to one in the past ten years. Over ten years ago I was on a spin kick and took classes at the Y a few days a week. But that was more for exercise. I liked the exercise, but it wasn’t love. That was before spin was as popular as it is now, at least in my neighborhood.

Now Y patrons beat each other over the heads with water bottles while trying to score a bike. Spin at the Y is a competitive game, and not so fun.

A couple of weeks ago I hit a spin class with a friend. At a spin studio with really loud music, clean towels and a disco ball. It beat the Y by a million.

And while the amenities are nice, it’s the experience that, I suspect, will keep me coming back. The check-your-brain-at-the-door, do what I tell you to do, and I’ll even pick the music for you experience.

Forty-five minutes without making a single decision. The workout is just a bonus.

I’m heading there this morning, after a game of Brush Your Teeth, Brush Your Teeth, Brush Your Teeth.

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Chara, Abridged

I'm a kiddie-wrangling, stray-dog-feeding TV writer. I post about whatever strikes me at the moment. This blog will neither teach nor inspire. It also won’t judge you for that summer between junior and senior year. How’s that for an arrangement?